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Post by anirbas on May 28, 2008 21:45:05 GMT -6
I am the living incarnation of destruction in full egress and progress High winds and dry conditions are my best friends
Why, you could call them my bosom buddies- my partners in crime
But, make no mistake I am the star For I am, wildfire
And I live I breathe to bring the harm bring the pain bring the loss of financial gain
From a mere blue spark arcing from passing railroad cars; a haphazardly lit and thrown cigarette or firecracker; I may be given life given birth
I love it when you disobey the county to county burning ban Your idiocy is my other friend
For I am the living incarnation of destruction I am a fire storm I am wildfire And the eating of you and yours for fodder from that pastime I will never tire
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Post by sergosa on Oct 27, 2009 13:08:48 GMT -6
Violent fire, violent feelings, violent poem! And very clever. I like it very much! Exalt. Sergosa.
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Post by pegesus on Dec 16, 2009 2:05:19 GMT -6
very good, lil sister, your rendition of the wildfire is very impressive, you can almost feel it, they are nasy little beast, so unpredictable, my brother and i almost got caught in one, that was scarey, good write love and hugs peg
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Post by anirbas on Aug 14, 2018 19:41:07 GMT -6
This summer's horrendous fires throughout California and parts of Texas reminded me of this piece I wrote, what feels like, twenty-thousand years ago, now.
Bad enough when wildfires are set off due to random sparks; or accidentally due to human error or out right stupidity. Unforgivable when these fires are set deliberately. What kind of mind wakes up one morning and says to itself: "Today is the day I go out and start fires. I want to be responsible for loss of animal and human life and major destruction of an infinite area." What kind of mind???
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